Stuffed

My mouth falls open in shock. “You can’t fire me.”

“You hate working at the office.”

“It has its perks.” He’s right, I do hate it, but I lick my bottom lip as I think about those perks.

“You don’t need to work for me to have me when you want. My mouth and cock are all yours, baby.”

“I know that, but I can’t not work.”

“You’re going to go to cosmetology school. It’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yeah…” But more than anything I just want him.

“Then you’ll go. You can open a salon, or if you hate it, who cares? You tried it out.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Don’t give me shit about this. We’re getting married, this is a team, deal with it.”

“Deal with it?” I repeat.

“Yeah, deal with it.” I think he’s waiting for me to challenge him. “You might be pregnant anyway.”

I fight a smile. I’ve had that thought a few times too and dreamed about it. I didn’t know a family was what I wanted so badly until it was an option. I never allowed myself a moment to think it would be.

“Okay,” I agree, because I want it all. I’m not going to put up a fight against something I really want. Rogue is bound and determined to be the hero of my story, and I’m going to let him.

“Okay?” He doesn’t believe me.

“I’ll take your deal even though you drive a hard bargain.”

“When it comes to getting what I want, I can be relentless.”

“And I wouldn’t want you any other way.” I kiss him, agreeing to his terms—all that I could have ever dreamed of.

Relentless is what I want, and Rogue is what I need.

Epilogue

Rogue

Five years later…

* * *

When I walk into the bedroom, I close the door behind me and make sure it’s locked. Ember walks out of the closet and stops abruptly when she sees me standing there.

“You’re home early.” There’s a tiny spark of fear in her eyes as I stare at what she has on. “You were in court.”

“We settled,” is all I say by way of explanation as I reach up and loosen my tie. “But it looks like you’ve been busy.”

“I was going to surprise you.” She bites her bottom lip and shifts her weight from heel to heel.

“You don’t think I know everything that goes on in this town?” I wrap my tie around my fist and pull it tight. “On the bed, Ember. Legs spread.”

“Rogue, listen, I—”

“Now.” I grit my teeth as she hesitates for only a moment and then walks over to our bed.

The four-poster is high off the ground, but I had a little step made for her. She plants a shiny black heel on it and climbs up. Once at the end of the bed, she sits up and spreads her knees wide.

“No panties?” I tsk. “You really do like to push me to the edge.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’ve put on that goddamn corset and garters without panties and were planning on going to the casino tonight.”

I snatch her ankle and loop my tie around it. Then I hook the silk through the harness we have hidden in the bedpost so she’s spread wide.

“Okay, so maybe it is what it looks like.” Her breath catches when I grab her other ankle and push it up.

“What did you think was going to happen?” I jerk open my belt and push down the front of my slacks until my cock springs free. I don’t even bother to take off my suit jacket.

“Mmmmm.” She moans as I glide the head of my cock between her drenched folds. “This.”

I thrust deep and hard into her waiting warmth, and she gasps as my thick length fills her. “I thought I threw this thing away.” I yank at the front of her corset and see the smile she’s trying to hide.

“I dug it out of the trash,” she moans when I go deeper, and the foot that’s tied to the bed pulls tight.

“You love pushing my buttons.” I lean forward and suck on her tits, which have spilled free. “Goddamn it, you taste like strawberries and cream.”

Her pussy squeezes my cock, and her hands go to my ass to pull me deeper. “You always ruin date night.”

Now it’s my turn to smile as I suck her other nipple and nibble on the tight bud. “You always like it.”

It’s Friday night, so the kids are with my parents. We always have date night planned, but it never fails to end up like this. I make expensive reservations, book hotel rooms, call in favors from chefs, but we always end up here. Because there’s nowhere else either of us would rather be than here at home in our bed making love.

“Harder!” she cries, and I do as she commands.